Set after 4x09. After Caroline told the truth to Stefan, she has to deal with the other Salvatore. But what she doesn't know is that after this night, nothing will ever be the same...
A/N : I know I should finish my other stories, but I couldn't help myself ! So I will definitely turn this story into a love triangle (Damon/Caroline/Stefan), but I don't know who she will end up with yet. I'm french, so I apologize for the mitakes I'll make. Reviews make me happy, and if you want anything to happen feel free to contact me.
Caroline Forbes let her tired vampire body fell on her couch, eyes closed. Saying that she had a bad day would be an understatement. She had a huge fight with her boyfriend, been used as a distraction once again, had her neck snapped by this Hayley bitch and told her best friend the ugly truth...She was exausted.
As she was starting to relax and fall asleep, a loud banging at her front door made her jump.
-Go away ! She yelled, hoping the intruder, whoever it was, would hear her and get the hint.
But the annoying sound didn't stopped and got even louder if it was even possible. She growled and got up, ready to give some piece of her mind to the spoilsport .
When she opened the door, a very angry Damon Salvatore walked pass her, his shoulder bumping hard against her in the process. She knew he made it on purpose.
-What the hell do you think you're doing ?! She yelled as he made his way into her living room.
-Where is my brother ?
Then she knew. She knew that he knew that Stefan knew. But did he knew that she knew that he knew that Stefan knew ? Did her thoughts were making any sense at all ?
-Where...is...my...brother ?
She should have been scared by his "I'm so badass" act, but she knew better. She could kick his ass now. She already did, twice.
-As you can see, he's not here. So get the fuck out of my house Damon, or I'll make you.
She tried to sound as scary as possible, giving him the evil look. But he didn't move.
-You had to tell him, you nosy little brat, he hissed. You could have mind your own fucking business for once !
She laughed dryly at him.
-Because you think I ENJOYED it ?! Flash news Salvatore, I'm not a fucking heartless monster like you ! He deserved to know, and I had to be the one to do the dirty job because you're a fucking coward !
She was out of breath, face read with anger. How could he dare burst into her house and act like a dickhead when all she had done was being a good friend ?!
She didn't expect him to run at light speed, pinning her hard against the wall, all vamp out. She recovered pretty quickly though, pushing him away with all the strenght she had left. But he charged back, this time with his hand around her neck. She was too weak to fight back, so she stopped struggling and just stared at him with angry eyes.
-You can kill me if you want, but it won't change the fact that you're a dick who fucked his brother's girlfriend Damon.
She couldn't describe what she saw in his eyes (guilt maybe ?) but he released his grip. She massaged her throat and glared at him.
-Why do you hate me so much ? He asked, eyes glued to the floor.
-Is this some kind of sick joke ? She scoffed.
He didn't look at her, looking almost...vulnerable. She laughed at the thought, and felt the anger raising in her chest once again.
-You know why Damon.
-No I don't, he answered, finally raising his blue eyes to hers.
She was shocked by the fact the he actually mean it. How could he not ?!
-You used me, manipulated me, fed from me...raped me. You tried to kill me so many times that I lost count. You still treat me like I'm some fucking dumb blonde...
Her voice was cold, her face hard and her hands clenched into fist. Her dead heart was racing like crazy and she knew he could hear it. And the fact that he knew he had this effect on her made her skin crawl. She shouldn't care about what he thought of her. She shouldn't give a damn. But she did, somehow. Blame her insecure issues...
-You know the worth part of it ? It's that at first, I wasn't mad at you. I thought you were just incapable to love someone. And I felt pity for you...But when I saw how you act with Elena...You would die for her. So you have no excuses for what you did to me Damon, none...
She didn't realized she had been crying until he lifted a tentative hand to wipe some of her tears off her face. She slapped it away before he got the chance to touch her skin.
-Get out now, she whispered.
He didn't protest like she thought he would and started to walk toward the door, but stopped in his track.
-If you see Stefan, tell him that I need to talk to him, he said without turning back.
She didn't answer and stared at his back, hoping her death glare would burn holes into his stupid leather jacker and into his heart, if he owned one.
-And...I'm sorry...for what I did to you...
With that he left at vampire speed, leaving a confuse Caroline behind.